Living or Surviving?

Living or Surviving?


Sleeping, I think I'm dreaming.

These visions are unfathomable, unthinkable.


Hear me, are you near me?


My voice is a whisper, it shakes and it quivers.


Walking, I should be running.

My legs close to breaking, nervously shaking.


Smiling, are you laughing?


It's music to plugged up ears, I'm nearly deaf, I fear.


Dying, I think I'm dying. 


Breathing's my way of passing the time, 'till death I find.


Living or just surviving?


Make this time worthwhile.

Face it all with a smile.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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